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Moonlight Sonata	By : TerraBloodstar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note:

That's right, you're getting a note -before- I write today! First, to dispense a warning: This -is- wonderful sexy goodness (::Pause for cheers.::) and those who might be offended may want to skip this chapter altogether. I haven't actually started it yet, but I'll hop back up to this note to add on if there is any plot goodness to be worried about when I'm through, so you know whether or not skimming is necessary. I'll try to avoid plot at this point.

Also, this -is- my first time writing something like this knowing I'll be posting it. Bear with me. As all of you know, I put a song on repeat for each chapter, and this one has me almost cackling in amusement. If you want to know what had me writing sexy wonderfulness...youtube �Ascendead Master� by Versailles. Japanese band, fair warning. Also: Insanely sexy asians that may make you squeal uncontrollably or start moaning at random intervals. They -are- all male, as far as I can research, though one of the guitar players does make Twin and I wonder. ::Cough.:: Anyway! TO THE WRITING! Wait. Where was I? ::Scrolls up quickly.::

Okay. For utter amusement, be sure to read the after of their interlude � the divider unfortunately did not work, so skimming is your best bet � for a good giggle, but otherwise you can skip this chapter if you aren't comfortable with reading sexah goodness.
The first thing Hermione's kiss-drugged brain recognized as worth paying attention to was the sound of tearing fabric. Now why would � she gasped as she felt Draco pushing the spagetti-strap sleeves away from her shoulders, and a bit of chill air struck her now bare torso.
Bloody hell! He just tore damp silk. As his mouth moved from hers to start leaving love bites down her neck towards her breasts, she couldn't keep from moaning, her hands leaving his shoulders to feel for the bed she knew he was backing her into. In so doing, she felt the ripped babydoll fall to the floor behind her.
Narcissa would kill them if she ever found out.
Before she could think more, her fingertips felt the bed, and she fell back into it as her legs hit it. The low growl coming from her husband's throat sent shivers up her spine, not even noticing as he grabbed his wand to separate her panties from her flesh.
�That's right...� He whispered as she let out a low moan when his fingertips touched that damp jewel hidden by curls. �Let me hear your symphony...�
�Oh...� She whimpered, hands twitching against the silk of their duvet, unsure of what to do with them but unable to keep them still. �Oh! Oh! Draco what are you-�
�Whatever I want...� He growled against her breast, letting a finger slip into her and almost collapsing from the warm, moist softness. Her eyes were open wide, staring up at the canopy of their bed. Were those embroidered roses?
�Draco!� She squeaked, moving to grab his shoulders as all thought of embroidery left her mind. Her mind was screaming at her to get him off her immediately, this was strange and she couldn't control her voice or her thoughts, therefore it must be evil. As her fingers just dug into his shoulders, however, it added that her body was no longer under her control, and she was starting to get skittish on the inside.
If one could see inside her mind, they would find several small Hermione's at outright war of sorts, her mind screaming at her body and her heart huddled in a corner having a panic attack.
�Draco, s...stop!� She whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. He froze almost instantly, his head snapping up as his razor-grey eyes locked on her face.
�Hermione?�
�...this...st...stop.� The terror in her voice kept him locked in place, refusing to move. �...It's...strange, and I � I don't think I like it.�
�What is it...?� He whispered softly, his voice sending tremors through her that were not helping.
�I...I'm hot and I'm cold and my body isn't doing what I tell it to and I'm losing control.� Her voice grew progressively louder as she told him, the tears in her eyes starting to slide down her cheeks. �I don't like it. ...It frightens me.�
�...Hermione...� His voice sounded...relieved? How dare he sound relieved at her torture! Before she could properly berate him, he had withdrawn his finger to place her firmly in the center of the bed, lowering himself so that he was half beside her, and half over her, his lips moving to her ear to slowly � ever so slowly, trace the shell of her ear with his tongue. �...don't you trust me?�
�Of course I do, what does-� As soon as the first four words left her mouth, he smirked, his hand sliding down from her breast to her stomach, then back to her clit, fingers beginning to manipulate it again. �Draco! Stop, this-�
�...trust me...� He half-whispered, half-growled into her ear. �...and let go...�
�But what if-� She whimpered, unable to finish as she lost her train of thought and settled into a strangled mewl.
�Shh...� He chuckled, waiting until she had fallen back into her previous state before sliding a finger into her once more, slowly getting her ready. A small part of his mind was telling him to make her come apart in his arms immediately, but his position would make it more difficult to reassure her � and besides, the remainder, infinitely selfish part of his mind refused to think of her first orgasm without his being inside her to feel it.
It was a good ten minutes before he felt she was ready, and though he had expected her to take time for her first orgasm, it was obvious she was fighting it tooth and nail � he wasn't too surprised by that, it was Hermione he had beneath him.
As he positioned himself to enter her, her tightly closed eyes shot open in panic. This was nothing like the books had warned her. Absolutely bloody not! Either she was just far too small to be having sex, he was too large, or the writers were bloody liars.
�This...might hurt...� He warned her, slowly easing into her. The only warning he had was an obvious, and very definate twitch of her eye, before she simply hissed something he couldn't quite make out, and lifted her hips to drive herself onto him.
So that was what she'd said, he'd realized as he struggled to keep himself in hand and not start rutting against her. 'Then why aren't we getting it bloody well over with, you prat?'
Of course, the scream and following whimpers of 'Oh gods you weren't kidding, get off me get off me!' were a great aid to retaining control, as he leaned down to kiss her face gently, giving her time to adjust to the rather brutal thing she had just done to herself.
Difficult though it was, he managed to lift himself out just slightly when she started to relax, and squeeze a hand between them to her clit, beginning gently at first, then picking up pace as she started to mewl again. When she was trembling, he slid his hand away, propping himself up on his elbows, his forearms under her back, as he began to move in her.
Gods, why didn't he ever think to seduce her before? She felt bloody amazing. He let out a low groan, nipping at the side of her neck gently, only to almost let out a snarl as her nails dug into his shoulders and raked downwards.
Whether she thought it would end things on his part quickly and save her from that returning loss of control and even coherency or just couldn't control herself, it didn't matter. Draco was determined to hold off until he had driven her over the edge with him.
�Moan for me...� He hissed into her ear, getting a low growl in return. Hermione had figured out that if she could keep herself silent, it wasn't so difficult to stay in control. When she didn't listen, he actually snarled at her, moving more quickly and adjusting the angle.
She couldn't help it. The friction, the spot, and the fact that she'd been holding it back, all contributed to her downfall.
Hermione Jean Malfoy screamed.
�Yes!� Draco growled, only to be drawn out of his thorougly pleased � completely sex-drugged � thought processes as she started whimpering in...was that fear? �Hermione...what's wrong?�
�...I'm scared...so...much pressure...and...� She whimpered, her fingers clenching against his shoulderblades and driving her nails in a little more deeply.
�...I'm here...� He whispered into her ear between pants, shifting his arms slightly so that she was completely encircled by them. �...nothing...bad is going to happen...I've got you, Hermione... Trust me... I love you...�
Those words had not helped with her problem, but the last five made her heart club her brain over the head when it wasn't looking. She trusted him, and if he said it wasn't bad, then by the gods it wasn't.
And then there was nothing.
And everything.
Her brain had exploded in pleasure, her body was burning, and she knew she was clawing at his back, it was damp and that had to be blood, but she didn't care.
�Draco!� It was barely recognizable in the scream as she clung to him, her body trembling, but he heard it and he snapped, thrusting into her harder and faster, holding her tight to him as he moved. Her following moans just drove him to continue.
Hermione was lost, she was gone and she didn't know how or where, but suddenly it was as though she were soaring and she had no idea how to handle it, but when Draco thrust deep and froze above her, shuddering and growling her name, it was as though something in her had exploded, and the world stopped, she couldn't feel anything but pleasure and it was so good it almost hurt.
As her arms fell to her side, Draco collapsed on top of her, and she knew he had been right. It wasn't bad. It was terrifying to lose control, ever, but she felt...
Wonderful.
The world was beautiful, and if he hadn't been dead, she would have baked Voldemort cookies and delivered them personally with a package of tea and her favorite book.
As Draco managed to regain enough thought processes to slide off her and sink into the comforter at her side, she immediately rolled over to cling to him, ignoring his manuvering of her to drag the blankets out from under them and place them over their bodies.
She would send Snape a bloody fruit basket and invite him to dinner.
Draco snuggled into her, his arm draping heavily across her stomach, a contented smirk on his lips as he closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair � however much it tickled, it smelled wonderful and soothing and his nose could just get used to the feel.
She was going to put flowers on Bellatrix's grave.
No, that was going too far, she realized, moments before she fell into the deepest sleep she had ever found in her life. But the world was still a beautiful place.
Severus Snape was contentedly marking down abominable essays from subpar students when he found himself rudely interrupted by the arrival of a strangely shaped package in shiny silver and green wrapping. After very carefully testing it for hexes and jinxes of all kinds, still standing at arm's length from the thing, he carefully reached out to pull the ribbons.
As the wrapping fell from around it, he stared dumbfounded at the contents, as well as the giant card sitting in the middle.
�Why the bloody hell would Hermione Granger send me a bloody fruit basket?!� He exclaimed, staring at the card, written upon in larger script than she had ever used for any essay. �...and...is that a dinner invitation?!�
Author's Note:

Hope you enjoyed! That was fun to write, even though the boyfriend stepping into the room scared the living crap out of me. The joys and trials of soundproof headphones. He's a bit weird on things like this � which is strange, he used to watch porn (don't know about currently), but the idea of reading or writing smut just confuses him.

angeles: Hopefully this eases my evil-ness a bit. But expect more, I seem to be a natural.

margaritama: Sorry for the short wait, but it's better than some of the waits I've inflicted, I promise.

smurphy: ^-^ I'm just good at being evil. And I'm glad you like the idea of a prequel! I might wait until I'm finished with this ficcy, but that all depends on what my lunatic muse decides.

kazfeist: Holy crap I know! And my muse is still fighting me over the absolute climax. I was intending it to be the wedding, but she seems to have other ideas, it just didn't flow out that way.

HarryGinny4eva: Aw! I hope the last chappy helped with the rough day. And oh, yes. I couldn't bring myself to do it last chapter, but here's hoping it turned out better for the wait. As for the passing the wards, and other unique things I come up with, a lot of it comes from my strange workings in the spiritual, lol.

If I didn't mention you, don't feel unloved! I love each and every review I get, but I just went through the last five. Keep reviewing, it's wonderful to hear from you! Ja mataa!
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